"I need to return to them."
Cain clenched his teeth, his eyes burning with determination. Without wasting a single second, he returned to his cultivation.
The following days passed in a relentless blur. Cain used every moment of sanity he retained to focus on recovery, pouring everything he had into stabilizing his power and restoring his strength. Unfortunately, the older he became, the more frequently the curse acted. Each episode stole away his ability to reason, tearing his thoughts apart and leaving him wandering without purpose.
The only silver lining was that those periods granted his mind and soul a strange state of tranquility. After all, one could not worry about anything if there was nothing left in the mind to worry with.
Even so, the curse slowed his progress far more than expected.
Finally, on the sixth day, Cain succeeded.
